Somewhere along the way, Oliver fell in love with her even as a child. And he realized it when he was eleven, when she dressed up for a formal dinner ...during Christmas Eve, and saw how beautiful she actually was and how much he felt for her. And that just stuck ever since. Oliver’s idyllic life did not last forever, sadly. The day before his birthday, Oliver got the news that his older sister, Marie, was leaving for Harvard and he threw a fit, begging for his sister not to go. When he couldn’t. The deer had been killed in small clearing where it had been eating some grass. The second hunt was just getting started and now the hunter was supposed to be the prey.The guy was young, younger than me, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old. It was hard to say, because he was so skinny, and the clothes he wore were so loose on him. The next thing that I noticed, was that he seemed to be a natural Mage.“Leave that deer! There are four dogs and six riders coming after you!”I didn’t shout, but I. Her hand were already there, massaging like crazy. I wasn't disappointed, for there were other places for my hands.We were both getting pretty worked up. It was time to remove her panties. Rather than using my hands, I grabbed the waist band with my teeth and pulled them down. Granny arched her back, to enable me to finish the unconventional removal of her panties. Once removed, I liked her cunt like it was an ice cream cone. For a woman her age, she was amazingly wet - and tasty.We readjusted. Then from her bedside cabinet Iris poured us both a large stiff bourbon which we both dispatched far too quickly.Iris began stimulating me about my next sex session with my son Guy; fingering my clitoris as she spoke; her lurid suggestions making my mind dizzy with lust. Then, hopping out of bed, she went to her wardrobe, and was busy with something before she came and stood before me.Her stiff nipples peeked through a studded black-leather halter, and in one hand, held a black leather strap?.